Back Story:
From a galaxy far, far away... *plays epic star wars music*
It's been ten thousand years since the failure of the New Republic and Emporer-Palpatine's-Failed-Attempt-at-Governing-the-Galaxy, now, thanks to several overly ambitious Sith Lords, the force has diminished to a fraction of old potency. To the consternation of Jedi and Sith alike -- the force was simply not what it used to be.
Igon Drakk, a renowned bounty hunter, was commissioned by the Unified Greater Empire Rebel Governing Body to eliminate both Sith and Jedi alike. The Sith were just mangy little bastards and the Jedi were cowards that wouldn't fight against the Vozongh-something-or-some-others from the outside of the Galaxy.
Right now Igon Drakk enters into the Star Ship of the famous Jedi Galen Galacha... who is notorious for fleeting the governing body's wishes.
How he got there:
"Come out Jedi... Make this easy for both of us and let me put a blaster to your head." Igon Drakk said. He scanned the cargo bay. He spent an hour playing blaster-versus-lightsaber-footsie with the Jedi and neither of them had managed to kill the other. That was until Igon wounded the Jedi in the foot and the coward fled into the hold. Igon stepped carefully and peered into the shadows around him. He thought he heard a foot step and whirled to face it -- but it was only air. Igon cursed softly.
After a time he gave up and decided to ram the ship into the nearest black hole, which was in range. After putting stuffing a well placed plastic explosive into the control console, he left the area and detonated it. The ship was going no where else. He had parked his ship in one of the spare docking bays and went he went to go get in --
"Looking for me?" The Jedi, who was in his cock pit in his ship. "Too bad." And then the ship lifted off and Igon Drakk was left on a ship headed into a black hole.
He ran into the flight deck, but he had damaged the controls beyond repaid. There were no repair droids on the ship that he knew of.
"Oh s--"
That would have been the end of Igon Drakk, but the universe is a mysterious place. Instead of being crushed to death by the ginormous gravity of a black hole Igon was pulled and stretched every way imaginable. His bones were broken and set a thousand times. His molecules were assembled and disassembled a thousand times. He couldn't pass out from the unbearable pain, and he couldn't go back either.
So instead of dying like any other lucky son-of-a-bitch, he found himself crash landed on a jungle planet with plenty of oxygen, plenty of bamboo, and plenty of wild and savage animals.
Great. Igon thought as he stumbled out of the wreckage. His armor was damaged, his ranged weapons probably destroyed, and all he had left was a mono-molecular knife. He stood short and stout, with cold blue eyes and brown hair. His face was an assortment of callouses and scars and his teeth gleamed of some hard and durable metal. Right now, his face was twisted in pain.
And he was pissed off. Royally pissed off.
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